I do NOT own Doctor Who, as it belongs to the BBC.

Prologue: Crashing

I ran around my TARDIS console, frantically flipping switches, pressing buttons, and pumping pumps, desperately trying to keep my precious time machine from exploding. The TARDIS violently shook as it continued its intensely difficult trek upstream the raging rapids that was the Time Vortex. The sound of the cloisterbells was still loud and clear amid the combusting Time Lord vehicle. I had recently rgenerated into my thirteenth incarnation, however I was so worried about my ship that I hadn't even gotten the chance to look at my new self. I did, for some reason, feel signifigantly shorter, to hold that thought for later, I returned to the topic of my crashing TARDIS. I pointed my old green sonic screwdriver at the console, checking how much energy my impossible ship still had left. The sonic flickered to life, producing the familiar whirring noise and green light from the emitter. The screwdriver then extended, indicating that results had been produced from the scan.I frowned at said results.

The TARDIS was at 6% power. Due to the rate at which it was losing said power, I had about 2 minutes before the TARDIS went wibbly. I set the sonic to give an audible countdown of how much power remained. I cracked my knuckles. This could get bumpy.

I got to work, interacting the console seemingly ten times as fast. My hands seemed as if they were moving at super-human speeds, flipping switches and pressing buttons at an unbelievable pace.

"TARDIS power level at 5%."

I reversed the feedback loop interfering with the Helmic Regulator and resynced the positional matrix of the Atom Accelerator.

"TARDIS power level at 4%."

I checked the Time Rotor to find that it was functioning correctly, so I pressed a few buttons to make sure it stayed that way.

"TARDIS power level at 3%."

For once, I activated the blue boring-ers to make sure nothing would break if I were to have a rough landing. I did, however, leave the brakes on.

"TARDIS power level at 2%."

I pulled the wibbly lever, and for the first time in ages, it did something useful. It activated the monitor(which had shorted out earlier), which had coordinates listed on it. Ecstatic, I punched in the coordinates and pulled the Spacetime Throttle. The signature TARDIS rematerialization sequence initiated, which ended with the thump that signified landing.

"TARDIS power level at 1%."

I shut down the TARDIS to conserve what little power remained. Relieved, I walked over to the doors and sat down, leaning my back on them for support. I was extremely thankful that I was able to keep my time machine alive. Just that alone was difficult. Doing so whilst said machine was crashing didn't make it any easier.

Once more, I walked up to the console, this time to activate the self-repair function.

"TARDIS Self-Repair Function initiated. All occupants must must exit to start. Repair will be complete in approximately 72 hours."

Tiredly, I left the TARDIS, locking the doors of my police box time machine behind me. I then realized the seriousness of the situation; I'm the Doctor, a 1423 year-old Time Lord. And I was stuck on Earth for an entire three days.

Oh dear.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading even this far, as this is my first story, and I really appreciate you all taking time out of your days to read my story. It's probably going to be a while before my next chapter, for I have yet to write it. But once I write a few chapters, I'll try to get in the habit of posting a new chapter once a week. Consructive critisism is encouraged, for I would like to know where I could do better, or what I did wrong. This IS my first story, as was aforesaid, and I would greatly appreciate tips on how I can make these better. This is pkstarstorm64, signing off!